silence, darling, the pain will subside
hear that? the sound of every thought you had
hanging, from the ceiling, forgotten, deceased

it's fine, it's okay, don't fret, you're in safe arms
merely ideas, now there's no person for them
sucks though, doesn't it? you'll learn in due time

ogle at the flame
kilns cook alive the dreams of wayward children
axes chop in half the reputations of lumberjacks
you're next